Page 61 of The Alpha's Forced Rejected Mate
His words died in his throat as her warm mouth wrapped around him. She took him deep, her tongue working magic of a different kind.
Now that’s magic.
Dominic’s hands fisted in the sheets, then found their way to her hair. “Christ,” he growled, his hips rising involuntarily.
She moaned on his cock, the vibration sending shockwaves through him. Her hands worked with her mouth, stroking the base where her lips couldn’t reach.
She took him deeper with each bob of her head, her rhythm steadily bringing him close.
Fuck.
Dominic watched through half-lidded eyes as she took his into her throat. The sight of her—this powerful witch like none he had ever seen—taking him into her mouth willingly, eagerly, slobbering, pushed him dangerously close to the edge.
He felt her magic flowing through him with each stroke of her tongue, burning away the last vestiges of demonic influence that had corrupted him for years.
The sensation was overwhelming.
“Luna, stop,” he managed, his voice strained. “I need to be inside you.”
She released him with a final swirl of her tongue, looking up with eyes now glowing with magic. Her power was visible—tiny golden sparks dancing across her skin.
In one fluid motion, Dominic pulled her up and flipped their positions. He hovered above her, his large frame dwarfing her thick one. Her soft curves felt perfect beneath him.
“You’re beautiful,” he growled.
Luna’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away.
“And you are sexy.” She blushed harder.
He captured her mouth in a searing kiss, then he flipped her so that her ass faced him. She was still slick from her earlier orgasms and his cum, ready for him.
He wanted to breed her again. Dominic entered her in one motion this time, and they both gasped at the sensation.
Luna held on to his arm on one side of her. His other hand was in her hair, pushing her into the bed. He pussy tightened around his cock and her moans told him she was loving every bit of torturous pleasure.
Her magic crackled between them like electricity, heightening every touch, every movement.
Dominic moved slowly, feeling no need to rush, setting a steady rhythm. He spanked her ass then and he felt her take his cock in even deeper, moaning louder.
The little slut. She got wetter.
Luna’s free hand fisted the sheets while her other hand left scratches on his forearm with her nails whenever he thrustdeep into her. The marks healed almost instantly, and she kept replacing them with new ones the deeper he went.
“Dom,” she cried out, her back arching.
The sound of his name on her lips sent a surge of possessiveness through him. He thrust into her harder, faster, fucking her like he wanted to brand his mark on her thighs.
Her magic continued to flow through him with each thrust, cleansing, healing.
Dominic didn’t have it in him to say any words as she matched his grunts and growls with her moans that brought him closer each time.
Every time he spanked her, her pussy got wetter, and she whispered pleas for more.
My slut.
The bed creaked beneath them, protesting under their weight.
Luna’s pussy walls began to tighten around him, signaling her approaching climax. Dominic held on to her hair and maintained his rhythm. She moaned louder, her body tensing.
